He puts some shampoo in his hand and lathers it between his palms before bringing it to my hair and distributing it throughout my long black locks. His fingers massage my scalp gently, causing tingles to course through my body. I’ve never hadsomeone touch me in such a gentle, caring way. A whirlwind of emotions swirls within me: the urge to run because this man has always been my enemy and I shouldn’t lower my defenses; the temptation to relax into his touch and let whatever happens, happen; or the desire to take control, to turn the tables on him and assert my dominance.
Despite the inner turmoil, I decide to let whatever happens, happen.
Thaldiran gently pulls my head back to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. He runs his fingers through the strands until all the suds are swirling around our feet and coursing down the drain.
Reaching now for the soap I feel his hard body against my back. Despite his unhurried motions and his calm demeanor, I feel his length jump as it brushes between my cheeks. He begins to lather my shoulders, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that make my breath catch.
As he continues to wash me, his touch both tender and possessive, I can feel the tension between us building, the air thick with unspoken desire. I lean back against him, letting the water and his hands wash away my doubts, at least for the moment.
His hands move over my arms and I tremble with anticipation as fingers cup my breasts, lingering over nipples that pucker and grow under his touch. He chuckles, his voice husky, belying the lust that I can clearly feel as our bodies are now touching everywhere possible - except for one place. The place I need him to fill. I moan, urging him to move lower.
Slowly, one soapy hand wanders lazily down my flat stomach while the other teases my nipples, one then the other. I open my legs in encouragement. “Please,” I beg.
“Mmmmm,” is his only answer.
Thaldiran’s hand moves around my hip to my buttocks, and slips into the crack, moving forward, stopping to rub slowlyon my tight hole. His fingers move forward, now grazing my soaking wet folds and just as I think he will linger there, he moves back to my ass, fingering the - until now - forbidden hole. His other hand leaves my nipples and travels southward, eliciting a groan from me. He kisses my neck as his hand reaches my clit. I let out a yelp as he fingers it, sending jolts of desire to my core. I spread my legs farther apart, rubbing my ass against his pulsing cock.
Instead of obeying me and doing what I am obviously asking for, he pinches my nub and at the same time slips a soapy finger into my ass. My body clenches at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “Trust me.”
I make an effort to do as he says and relax into his body, his fingers. He rubs my clit, moving his hand to slip inside my folds then back to my clit.
“Oh, you are so very wet. So hot,” his voice breathes on my neck. “I want to feel you around my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan between pants.
“You like this.” It’s not a question.
My hips bucks in response.
His answer is to move his finger in and out of my tight back hole while slipping his other hand back and forth between my electrified nub and into my folds. The sensation is more than I can stand. I put my hands on the walls to support myself and move my hips back and forth, encouraging each action. As I feel myself start to climax, I push hard into each hand, both places begging for more. I buck faster; the unusual movement in parts I’ve never had touched before bringing pleasure I never thought possible.
“Oh. Oh Thaldiran! Don’t stop!” I cry, as my orgasm thunders over me in wave after wave.
Thaldiran grunts with lust. My orgasm is just subsiding and I’m still panting when he turns me around so I’m facing him. Mylegs are weak, but it doesn’t matter because he lifts me up and wraps them around his waist.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
“Yes, oh please, yes,” I squeak.
Mouths crashing together, our tongues doing a dance, his hard cock slips inside me, the wetness from my orgasm lubricating the way for his large, stiff, length. Moving so my back is against the wall, he buries himself inside me.
“Ahhhh,” he moans, stopping for a moment to gain control of himself. “You…drive me…crazy, Dragon,” he pants, nibbling at my neck.
I settle myself on his hips with my legs locked around his waist. He starts to move slowly in and out of my pussy. I love the feel of him inside me, and the friction against my special spot is starting to build to orgasm again. Thaldiran feels my walls start to clench around him and loses his control. He quickens his pace, and I meet each thrust by using my heels on his ass to bring him back into me, hard.
I bring my mouth to his ear and demand, “Come with me.”
That seems to make him come undone. “Astryl…Ohhhh,” he moans, as he and I ride the crescendo together. He slowly stops pounding me as we cling to each other. The wave of pleasure finally winds itself down and he slips out of me as I bring my legs to the floor.
Thaldiran keeps one arm around me, supporting me, and leans one arm against the wall to support us both. We kiss, a delicious, luxurious melding of our tongues as our hearts slowly return to a more sustainable beat.
After a time, as the water starts to run cold, I realize we need to get moving. As wonderful as this feels, we can’t spend all day in here.
“Thaldiran, we need to get going,” I say.
“Yes, we have a lot to figure out, mostly, how to get back home again,” he agrees.
